I remember

I remember, I remember
The cell where I was kept,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping while I slept.
It never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day.
It gave me light to dig a hole
And make my getaway.

I remember, I remember
How Lefty, Moe, and Dave
Would join with picks and shovels
And quietly we’d slave.
They stole them from the tool room.
We tunneled ‘neath the floor.
We dug from 1946
To 1964.

I remember, I remember
How we planned that wondrous day
When we’d break outside the prison walls
And make our getaway.
For all those years of hardship
Our spirits never downed…
But then we hit a water pipe
And very near got drowned.

I remember, I remember
The Warden’s anxious calls
As water flooded all the prison cells
And trickled through the halls.
He call me to his office.
I stood there, staunch and brave.
…And blamed the whole big bungle
On Lefty, Moe, and Dave.

Happy birthday, Dad.

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4 Responses to I remember

  1. Gary Lane says:

    I read this poem in a Mad Magazine in the early 1960’s and have been searching for a copy to this poem for at least 10 years. Thanks for having posted it online, I finally made it to page 19 on Google and saw this.

  2. Jerry Neal says:

    I too remember reading that in Mad Magazine way back in about 1964. Never let a month go by when I did not purchase a copy of Mad for the small price of 25 cents (Cheap, as it always said next to the price). I started saying these lines out loud in the shower recently, and about lost my mind trying to remember all of that poem. I am grateful for whomever posted the thing in its entirety. Would love to see more of those again.

  3. Kathy Thun says:

    This morning, for whatever reason, my husband started reciting parts of this parody. As an attempt to be one of the cool kids of 1964, he had once memorized the entire thing. Thanks to whomever posted this! The brain “itch” has been soothed. We will be saving this as a tribute to an era when it was one fantastic time to be kid.

  4. AM Osborne says:

    This poem has been nagging at me for YEARS! Thanks for posting it! Now
    I can make a copy and refer to it. What a relief!

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